Memories of Earth (Sonny - Aftermath 1) https://youtu.be/XxIr_gXszgM

In the blue hour, in a field of gently swaying grass, an old man stood, listening quietly to the cicadas screaming for pussy. He smiled at the thought. Insects were very amusing creatures and it was their music which gave voice to heat and the evening.

A cool breeze blew and it felt good against his weathered face. The old man was not used to such a peaceful, tranquil atmosphere. For the moment, he felt as if he were... safe? Yes, safe. For the first time in a very, very long time.

He closed his eye. He could imagine being there, in his old hometown, walking through the streets and the places he grew up in. Another time, another place, like a memory adrift in a sea of grass and eternity and the sounds of an eternal American summer.

But this was all... A fabrication.

And actually, so was this entire scene.

Zoos, after all, are the built realization of man's favorite illusion: control over nature.

The old man's jaw clenched. He sighed a really deep and disappointed sigh out of simultaneous shame and frustration. Tilting his head upwards, he saw the shimmering of the light panels across the vast dome of the sky as it touched the earth. Under his feet, he could feel the subtle rumbling of hidden machines working tirelessly. Through his bones, weather generators blew colder than a moment they did before. None such detail would escape him, nothing ever did.

The inhabitants of the zoo could never comprehend the engineering and human imagination invested in this place, but it was the old man's awareness of these things which damned him. He was too old and too jaded, too far in his Fallen state to partake in the ignorant bliss as much as he could receive the Heavenly grace. Something old, dark, and chthonic gnawed at his heart which was treacherous and full of deceit and the taste was bitter, bitter.

He simply could not go home again. It was quite impossible.
Memories of clear skies had already faded away.

Gently shaking off the dust from his feet, the Arm of the City stepped into the cabin of his personal car and bade its return to the Seed known as White Sands. The engines shuddered as the shuttlecraft took off from the orbital station and burned through the night. His right hand man had given him an all-day pass to the Metazoo with only the best of intentions, but alas, alack, such a gift was wasted on the likes of him. He hadn't even seen a single stupid animal or Pokémon during his entire visit, what a fucking ripoff.

Even though he shouldn't, the old man was going to have some very harsh words with his friend when he came back home.

And on the planet of SUNROSE below, a completely different and totally unrelated story is taking place...

To most, the idea of being reincarnated into another world was a mere fantasy.

But to you...

It was reality.

Your name is John Doe, and a few months ago you got hit by a truck. After your death you met Herta, the beautiful (and perverted) Goddess of Artifice. She told you that you needed to pick a cheat skill before she could send you to one of the many generic isekai worlds available.

"Because that's heavenly policy!" She'd said.

But instead of picking between those boring options, you took the Goddess Herself and brought her with you to a world of her own creation.

This universe of hers was slapped together with 'tags' and generic fantasy themes. Some might scoff at the abundance of stale tropes and cliched genres, but things were just the way you liked them.

Well, you were still getting used to the unfamiliar logic and morality of this brave new world. Beyond being mere ideas that were held by people, these conceits extended deep into cultural thought, sculpting history and even shaping the laws of physics.

But that wasn't all this universe had in store: Soldiers, airships, mechs, clockwork robots, walking artillery units, all of these and more marched from their homeland's borders to fight in a neverending skirmish against their enemies.

Yet these modern conflicts were petty when compared to the Demon Lord's invasion. So great was that war, that the scars from that era lingered like a thorn on the side. Corruption magic threatened to destroy everything if not purged whenever it was found, despite it being many millennia since the demons were vanquished. This evil magic will grow and fester if no precautions were taken. Thankfully there were many organizations in the world that dealt with these sorts of things.

Today, gold poured from the coffers of nations as everyone clamored to get a slice of the goods and weapons available. In spite of the constant wars and battles, commerce flowed through the planet, giving and taking away fortunes in an instant.

These realities gave testament to some of this universe's priorities - war, trade, and steampunk tech.

And that didn't even mention what is blatantly the most important of this universe's conceits: Slavery. It was a fact of life. Everyone you'd met in this world approved of it and spoke about it like it was the most common thing in the world. Which, in this world's context, made perfect sense.

As Freeborn Men are people, thus women and the lower classes are considered property. Although one could argue that slavery in this world was not the same type of chattel slavery that might pop into your mind whenever someone in your old world mentioned the word 'slave'. Providing evidence to support that theory, the Bondage Accords, which are a sort of international agreement most nations adhered to, granted certain protections to the enslaved despite their legal status as objects.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three knocks on your front door, exactly three-and-a-half seconds apart each. Your heart skips a beat. Your body tenses up from head-to-toe. Your breathing forgoes tempo and rhythm. A brief moment of the truest panic you have ever experienced.

Because you know, with absolute certainty, that they have found you.

>Foundational Choice: Origins

(A Foundational Choice is a choice that determines an aspect of the world. Foundational Choices will be used to shape locations and lore, determine who exactly the protagonist is and was, and decide the people they knew in the past, among other important things.)

>You are... an Escapee. Abducted and held in captivity by a shadow organization, you managed a miraculous escape. There's something abnormal about you that got their attention in the first place, and it seems they won't be forgetting you anytime soon. You're the anomaly, after all.

>You are... a Mage. Among the vast majority of humanity, only a small fraction of the population is aware that magic is very much real. Managed by underground groups, cults, and councils across the globe, you were once an upstanding member of one of them until you were blacklisted thanks to a messy disagreement. Maybe they've finally decided to put you down for good.

>You are... a Monster. Humanity fears darkness, and the unknowns that lurk within it. Amidst the shadows are creatures most believe only exist within fiction, and you are one of them. Though you hide behind the guise of a human, no disguise is perfect, and your pursuers are supernaturally persistent.

>You are... a Traveler. Not everyone in the world originates from the same dimension or timeline. You crossed the barrier between realities, following a motive dear to your heart. But your crossing created echoes, and someone or something heard them. You're not supposed to be here.

>You are... an Agent. Invisible to the public eye, various organizations fight to subdue the odd, abnormal, and supernatural. You were recruited after witnessing something you weren't intended to see and taught all you know. Everything was going swell until your final day of employment. You only realized someone had framed you when your partner tried shooting you in the back. You ran and ran and ran more, but it seems like your time and luck have finally run dry.

(Each of these choices branch out into further Foundational Choices.)
...

Welcome to They Found You, an urban fantasy quest about a protagonist who did not want to be found.

In this vast star speckled place we call the cosmos, there is a place called Earth, the planet of water. Where within exists an certain race known as humans, who take the gift of life all too much for granted...

Turning ones focus to those tinier specks known as space colonies, there lived humans who are in the process of adapting to life in the harsh and unforgiving confines of space. It is within the colony of Green Noa that our story takes place, an young man, waking up from an namesless nightmare, houses himself from the comforting confines of his bed.

The young man, called Erik Bridger, would go through his morning routine and get ready for school, his spartan furnishings denoting an rather poor upbringing as he ate an cup of noodles for breakfast.

With the spice hanging on his lips, Erik drinks some soda to numb the slight burn as ge prepared to head to class, maybe you could go walk with Kamille, or perhaps Fa if he tries to shirk her attentions again...

[Destiny Moment]
> Walk Alone
> Go With Fa
> Find Kamille

how do admins become admins?

Your name is <span class="mu-s">BrightReef Grover</span> and you are finally a <span class="mu-s">Science Scout</span>!

Among the youth of Swallia; public service is considered a great mark on a resume for a future career, and a great use of a young person's time. Before being mated or mature enough to engage in the workforce; it is a method to expend youthful energy towards something useful. But you wouldn't know much about that; you're more interested in the merit badges, the sash, and the cool stuff you get to do.

The Scouts are a direct subsidy of InterCon; the governing body of your independent planet. Swallia and its two moons are in an autonomous zone and are free from the predations and exploitations of other powers in space. This is guaranteed by your protector-in-all-but-name state; the Jaxtian led Hegemony. But once again, you don't really know much about that. You're just a kid, you're much more excited about summer vacation on the last day of school. You even get to meet the representative from the Eugenic & Science policy department of the Swall government. Cool!

The Sixth Thread of Fatale Albion!

<span class="mu-s">The Fatale Albion Thread Archive:</span>
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fatale%20Albion

Unfortunately thread #5 wasn’t archived so I have to use archived.moe: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6264085

<span class="mu-s">Other Threads by Lumina Canima:</span>
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=meguca+royale

<span class="mu-s">INTRO</span> (Please do not skip this)

◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. Three players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.


◕ In the previous thread: Abigail and Stephanie successfully stop a stabbing in school caused by a Familiar by using bravery, connections, and a rifle from the Victorian Era. They commiserate over the escalation that the Witch is causing, more violent and targeted actions will make the building inhospitable. Megan and Oliver decide to escalate in response by bringing guns to school.
In a different part of York, a girl named Emily is Contracted, smuggles a body, and enters her paradise with the help of a strange but helpful girl named Marisa.
Abigail is now asleep in class, Stephanie is going to cause a localised blackout, and Emily will explain her way of life.

<span class="mu-s">OTHER STUFF</span>

>Can I also join in the suffering?

I’ve decided that I’m accepting new players for now. Just fill in this Contract Form and you’ll be all set.

Name: (The name of your character. Shameless Self-Insert or not)
Appearance: (The garish looks of your character. Clothing descriptions are also welcome.)
Quirks: (Personality traits, how they behave. Examples of how they act in specific situations are good. This space is vague intentionally, but remember: Simplicity is power and Brevity is the Soul of Wit.)
Wish: (The Wish that you made with your Incubator. Your magical ability and theme is influenced heavily by your Wish. Make sure to be careful, some wishes have unforeseen consequences.)

Use your knowledge of Cartoons to steal the F-16.
What will you do after you've stolen it?

You are Marnie, an unwilling resident of City 87-O. After years of putting up with a stifling existence, you've finally managed to carve out a potential path to freedom. Thanks to the actions of you, your Digimon, and your allies, a way out of this digital ark is finally coming into sight.

After training hard, carrying out arduous missions, and defeating several powerful foes, your partner, Phascomon, has unlocked his Ultimate-stage Digivolution: Astamon. Only a few steps remain before you can ascend The Tower, enter the portal at its pinnacle, and make your way into the real world, where you can finally see the sights that have eluded you all your life.

Since your last excursion into the depths of a data center, you’ve been taking it easy at home, watching the news near-constantly while waiting for bots to bust down your door. Fortunately, no such thing seems to be incoming. The raid on the scanning facility has gone unreported, thanks to the lack of public-facing damage, and the city-sanctioned media has no reason to broadcast their own attempt to take you and your allies down.

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Thread 1:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/

Thread 2:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189

<span class="mu-i">3rd of Sun's Dusk, 4E 171.</span>

The sun rises over the Goldmoor, along the southern coast of Hammerfell. Here, the harsh desert that the region is known for gives way to green scrubland, thanks to the humid air of the ocean and the pleasant chill of winter. This is where the River Tark flows into Hew's Bay, and where the city of Taneth stands proud. Thousands call this port home and ply their trades within its walls and as one of its many guards, it is your job to ensure the safety of these people.

You work for the Imperial Guild of Bailiffs, as a sworn officer and enforcer of the Emperor's law. You have been keeping the streets of Taneth safe for over two years and just a month ago, your service was rewarded with a promotion. You are now a sergeant, the leader of your very own patrol, comprised of yourself and two other officers. It's not much, but the responsibility that you have been given is still a sign of trust, and an opportunity for you to prove yourself in the eyes of your superiors. With a little luck, you'll continue to climb the ranks and eventually claim a position of true authority.

It won't be easy. Hammerfell is a vicious and unforgiving place and its people, the Redguards, are not unlike the land that they call home. They are divided into many factions, though most of the region is split between two of them – the Forebears and the Crowns. The Crowns claim to be the descendants of the Na-Totambu, who ruled over the lost Redguard homeland. They remain true to the ways of their ancestors and shun Imperial doctrine. The same cannot be said for the Forebears, who have abandoned the old gods in favour of the Eight Divines of the Empire. This cultural divide has been the cause of great enmity between the two groups for centuries, an animosity that is unlikely to die down anytime soon.

Thanks to its proximity to the Imperial heartland of Cyrodiil, Taneth is considered a Forebear city and most of its population are proud to call themselves citizens of the Empire. However, not everyone that lives within the city's walls has abandoned the old ways. There are a rare few who stay true to the traditions of the Na-Totambu and bury their resentment deep within their hearts, so that they may live among the Forebears.